I drop my head, trying to ease the pain that’s already well-buried itself in my chest this past week. When I look up at Olivia, it’s everything I can do not to cry. “I know what it’s like to live without you. That’s something I never wanted to experience.” And I’ll be damned if I ever put either of us in that position again. “Carter,” Olivia whispers, fingers fluttering over my cheekbone, threading through my hair. “I want to come home.” My heart stutters. “Yeah?” She smiles. “Yeah.”
